Bruce sighed on the floor as he got beaten by Ras Al Ghul again.

"You're getting yourself killed that way you're fighting." Ras said calmly as he put his hand out to help Bruce up.

Bruce went to catch onto Ras' hand when Ras took his hand away. "Never trust anyone to help you up after you fall, Bruce. Get up. We're done for tonight." Ras Al Ghul said, leaving inside his palace.

Bruce sighed. He's been training like an idiot ever since he graduated high school. What am I even going to do with this? He asked himself every day. He got himself up, straightening up, his bones cracking into place. "Damnit..." He mumbled in satisfaction to the sudden release in his tense muscles.

Bruce's gaze accidentally ended up on a woman. A young woman was looking at him through the wide open glass slide door of Ras Al Ghuls' palace.

"Perhaps, next time, try thinking." She said, leaning against the doorway, crossing her arms. Talia Al Ghul. Ras Al Ghuls daughter. The woman Ras Al Ghul would kill Bruce if he ever got too close. But damn was she attractive.